Old School lyrics

[Intro: ABGR Lil Cory]
Ayy, go to the open verse, bruh
(Skee is your win)
Real trap n*gga, yeah
Go to the open (Yeah, go to the open)

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
Real trap n*gga, ran it up and drop the old school
n*gga talkin' 'bout what they done did, this that old news
My agent 'nem just set the bar, my young n*gga done ran through it
All-all these hundreds I keep pullin' out just to run my hand through it
Real trap sh*t, when I drop, lil' n*gga, they gon' f*ck with this
No cap sh*t, I've been gettin' money, check my f*ckin' wrist
When you see these diamonds in my mouth, that's a couple bricks
n*gga talkin' 'bout trap sh*t knowin' he ain't sold sh*t (No)

[Verse 1: ABGR Lil Cory]
n*gga don't know sh*t about a box, but you trappin' sh*t (Yeah, you don't know sh*t)
I just got two hundred Bubbas in, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
Real trap star, I be f*ckin' off with this rappin' sh*t
Bought my first house from what's-his-name, I'vе been trappin' since
Pockets stay on elеphant (Uh), she like how my diamond hit (All my—)
She think I'm gon' give her some— (Yeah) uh, I can't give you sh*t (No)
Ran this sh*t up on my own, ain't no n*gga give me sh*t
Young n*gga hundred thousand up, I'm just kickin' sh*t (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory & Fatt Macc]
Real trap n*gga, ran it up and drop the old school (Yeah, on God)
n*gga talkin' 'bout what they done did, this that old news
My agent 'nem just set the bar, my young n*gga done ran through it
All-all these hundreds I keep pullin' out just to run my hand through it (On God)
Real trap sh*t, when I drop, lil' n*gga, they gon' f*ck with this (Trap)
No cap sh*t, I've been gettin' money, check my f*ckin' wrist
When you see these diamonds in my mouth, that's a couple bricks (On God)
n*gga talkin' 'bout trap sh*t knowin' he ain't sold sh*t (Yeah, on God)

[Verse 2: Fatt Macc]
Thirty bands on my left wrist (Thirty), 'bow hit, throw a party (Yeah)
By the water with a bad b*tch (Bad b*tch), waste leanin' in the Brabus (On God)
Twenty bands in my right pocket make a young n*gga walk retarded (Pokin')
n*gga knowin' I'm my own boss, I ain't tryna be a n*gga artist (b*tch)
He was flexed up, doin' insurance claims, now the n*gga ran out of money (Broke)
Ain't sh*t took, one phone call, I could tell twin send a hundred ('Bows)
I was still juggin' with my phone off, you ain't got to call me if you comin' (Yeah)
Smell like sixty thousand and it got lost, he ain't try to send a n*gga nothin' (Goddamn)

[Chorus: ABGR Lil Cory]
Real trap n*gga, ran it up and drop the old school
n*gga talkin' 'bout what they done did, this that old news
My agent 'nem just set the bar, my young n*gga done ran through it
All-all these hundreds I keep pullin' out just to run my hand through it
Real trap sh*t, when I drop, lil' n*gga, they gon' f*ck with this
No cap sh*t, I've been gettin' money, check my f*ckin' wrist
When you see these diamonds in my mouth, that's a couple bricks
n*gga talkin' 'bout trap sh*t knowin' he ain't sold sh*t
[Outro: ABGR Lil Cory]
You ain't sold ****, talkin' 'bout trap ****
You ain't even some old ****
You ain't even some old ****